Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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OUR CLOAK ROOM The cloak rooms of our school are scenes of many interesting incidents; of lamentations, joys, griefs, flatteries, and various other emotions which would he extremely interesting for any one to see and hear. If the four green frictioned walls, the skylight and the lockers, the floor, or even the mirror of the girl's locker room could talk, how interesting would he their tales ! How one would laugh until he cried at their antics! How the lockers must ache from impatient pulls and slams! How the walls would shake with laughter i f they only could! I will attempt to put into words some of the everyday occurrences, and to give some idea of the conversation of careless schoolgirls. Every morning as the thick door is pushed open the pusher is greeted with hello's. “Hello, Grade!” “Hello, Annie and everybody!” “Oh, gee, I forgot the combination for this darn thing!” “What is it, Marion?” “4213. “Oh yeah, thanks.” “Anyone got a comb?” “Here comes Hacon Hill. “Who told you you could monopolize that mirror?” “Peek-a-boo, Sylvia. Who won last night.' “Oh your dress is darl—” “1678, 1678, what happened in 1678?.Pile Petition of Rights wasn't it ?” “Oh that’s right—” “When my hair has turned to silver— won’t you love me just the same?” “What's the matter? did you swallow a frog?” “How was Geometry ?” “Oh, it was wicked—I guess I better st—” “Girls, girls, less noise, go to your home rooms.” “1628, 1628, the Petition of Ri—” Darn this locker!” “What’s the matter, honey?” “I flunked algebra; boo-hoo.” “There, don’t cry.” “Where’s Miss Lasher?” “She’s ou—” “Girls, girls, do be quiet”—“and she said mine was wonderful and that all of them are so light and full of life, she sa—” “I’ve got ten minutes to do my geometry in.” “Gang away. “Is that the last bell?” “See you in Casar.” “How do you like etymology? “Eta Mology, is she a new girl in school?” “What’s she look like?” “What a name!” “Oh, you stupid, weren't you in Latin class yesterday?” “I am going out tonight, tomorrow night, Friday and Satu—” “There, that is the last bell.’ “1 do wish it would keep still.” And so for a minute or two quiet reigns in the cloak room, but year after year, day after day, the cloak room, steeped with girlish voices, overflowing with girlish figures, and rank with slang, remains its same stolid self. May it always he so. I wonder if, when in years to come, some incident will bring a vivid picture of the cloak room to us, we shall laugh and cry as we live once more in memory of those happy days of yore. Ruth Esmond, ’33. T wenty-six

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MY ATLANTIC TRIP April 21, 1928. What a hurry and bustle! About noon we started for Southampton in the little twelve-passenger coach. When we got there, we went to a friend's house for the night. At one o'clock the next day we set sail for the United States. We stopped at France to pick up passengers, mail, and freight; then we started out over the ocean. hor six days and six nights the Berengaria” thrust herself through the waves of the Atlantic. On the third day of the trip we saw another steamer with whistles blowing and band playing. It was then I began to get seasick. On the fourth da)' we saw some whales in the water, and on the sixth day we saw New York. This was the happiest moment of my trip. We passed the lightship. Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. At last we docked at nine o’clock P. M. I got off the boat at about ten o’clock. We went around the city for a while. At last we went to bed in a New York hotel, tired, nearly exhausted, but happy. Fred Campion, '34. HITCH-HIKING As you stand there in the pouring rain feeling very downcast and gloomy, you wonder why you did it. Here you are with wet clothes sticking to you and in danger of catching cold and yet you thought that yours was an exceptionally fine idea, when you announced to your mother that you were going “hitch-hiking.” You left the house whistling and with a spring in your walk that denoted long endurance, but much to your consternation you find it was false strength and hope that you derived from your afternoon nap. The wonderful dream of beautiful valleys and nature's wonders that so easily could be seen and realized from hitch-hiking is slowly passing away like a burning stick upon which the flames lived and thrived hungrily, then flickered, wavered, and went out. You! A great big healthy boy letting such a little thing as your thoughts and wild dreams lead you into such an uncomfortable, if not serious, situation as this. If it had been a friend who had induced you, you might have taken out your spite on him. Well, when you have sputtered and fumed until your throat is dry and you are lacking for words, you turn slowly around and plod along through the mud and telling the world in general that if anyone would like to try your foolhardy experience, he should remember to bring his raincoat. Everything is bound to have two sides to it. That means you can turn it wrong side out, and clouds are no exception. Alden Burnett, '32. Twenty-five

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CENDRILLON (Adapted) II y avait une fois un gentilhomme qui epousa en secondes noces une femme tres mediante. Elle avait deux filles. Le mari avait de son premier manage une jeune joli fille douceur. La belle mere qui gouvernait son mari, charge a la pauvre enfant des plus viles occupations de la maison. La jeune fille souffrait tout avec patience. Lorsqu' elle avait fait son out rage, elle allait s'asseoir dans les cendres. On 1’appelait Cendrillon. Cependant Cendrillon etait plus belle que ses soeurs. II arriva que le fils au roi donna un bal et les deux soeurs furent invitees. Enfin l'heureux jour arriva. Cendrillon coiffa ses soeurs parfaitement. Apres quee les deux soeurs etaient partees, Cendrillon se mit a pleurer. Sa marraine qui etait fee vint et demanda pourquoi elle pleurait. Cendrillon lui repondit. La fee lui demanda chercher une citrouille, six souris un gros rat et six lezards. Cen- drillon les apporta. Sa marraine froppa la citrouille de sa baguette et elle fut cbangee en un beau carosse. Ensuite elle frappa les six souris et iis furent cbangees en beaux chevaux. Puis elle toucha de sa baguette le gros rat et il fut change en un gros cocher. Elle changea enfin les six lezards en laquais. La fee toucha alors Cendrillon avec sa baguette et en metne temps ses habits furent changes en des habits de (trap d'or et d'argent. Elle lui donna aussi une paire de pantoufles de verre. Quand Cendrillon fut paree elle monta en carrosse. La marraine lui recommanda de ne pas rester au bal apres menuit parce'que si elle demeurait au bal un moment de plus touts reprendraient leur premiere forms. Elle la promit, et elle partit tres heureuse. Le fils dit roi courut la recevoir parce qu’elle etait aussi belle. II dansa avec elle. Tout le monde l’admirait. Quand elle entendit sonne onze heures trois quarts, elle fit une grande rever- ence tres vite. Quand elle arriva cliez elle, elle remercia sa marraine et exprima le desir de retourner le lendemain au bal. i .e lendemain Cendrillon retourna au bal encore. En dansant avec le fils du roi, elle oublia le temps et bientot elle entendit sonner douze heures. Elle courut du bal et dans sa precipitation elle perdit un de ses pantoufles de verre. Le fils ;iu roi courut apres elle mais il ne pouvait pas la trouver mais il trouva la pantoufle de verre. Le lendemain, le fils du roi annonca qu’il epouserait le fille dont le pied Twenty-seven